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welcome to life

In the end it doesn't matter what accomplishments you have made. All that matters is the bubbles you filled in on the answer chart. It matters what information you regurgitated back to your teachers, and how well you memorized what they wanted you to know. It's not about the depth of your person, or even your knowledge. It's all about appeasing the man. If you don't, then you're in a sad state. Your entire fate comes down to numbers on a paper. Your entire school career is summed up in one paper that is known as the infamous transcript. Maybe the people in the positions to get to college are the ones that cheated, maybe they're the ones you cheated off of. Either way, everyone cheated, and all too well we know the feeling of getting cheated out of something better for ourselves. Like the higher education that could only be obtained if you were number one. So, yeah you cheated, and you're proud of that, because in a world with rules no one follows, you'll break them all to get to the top.

High school isn't about you. It's about finding the best people pleasers. The best "business men/women" if you will. The world needs people willing to fight for what they want. There are no rules in that category. People are willing to slit your throat, or step on your back; to be better. You followed the rules, but there isn't a trophy for morality. This isn't about participation. If you don't make it, someone is so quick to stand up and scream "you didn't earn it." No one is going to say sorry for doing what it took to get their goal. You might, but the minute you worry about others, they smell it, and they will tear you about before you can push the word "sorry" past your pitiful lips.

Don't feel bad for cheating. Don't feel bad for hurting people that think you mean something. They mean nothing to you, and you mean nothing to them. If it wasn't them, you would be on the chopping block, and they would be holding the cleaver up top.

Choose wisely how you begin this stretch of life. Believe it or not the mistakes you make now, are the ones that shape your life. Everything you do matters. The conditioning begins now for the battle. It's a real life hunger games. Some of us are born in the capitol, and some of us are born for the capitol. You decide.
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